The Rock Star and the Girl From the Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure by Terry Towers

why don’t we take a little trip to Paris? We'll leave in the morning.”
    Hanna’s brow furrowed. “Paris? Tomorrow?”
    Bo laughed at her perplexed expression.
    “Yes. Tomorrow. Why is that such a shocking idea?”
    A grin spread across her face, and her eyes began to sparkle with excitement. “Well.
    It’s… it’s fast. It’s not shocking, I suppose, but unexpected.”
    “Well, we did decide on a house last night. So that’s taken care of and I still have a week before we head to the studio. So why not? Didn’t you mention a while back you’d love to explore Europe, and you’d especially love to see Paris and the Eiffel Tower?”
    “But what about the pictures?”
    Bo shrugged. “Nothing we can do about them either way. Might as well not let it ruin our week together.”
    Hanna ran a hand through her long auburn curls and nodded, her smile widening, as she closed the laptop and placed it onto the coffee table in front of them. “You’re right. I ummm…”
    A knock at the door cut her off and Bo immediately got up to answer it. “Hold that thought.” Making his way to the door, he opened it to reveal Tyson standing on the other side.
    “Hey Bo. Can I come in?”
    “Of course.” Stepping back, Bo waved him in and led him into the living room where Hanna was waiting for them.
    “So I’ve hired three new men like you requested,” Tyson informed him as he sat
    down in the overstuffed leather armchair across from Hanna. “There is going to be a guard at your door at all times and we’ll have an additional man with you both whenever you’re in public. Also, the security cameras at the hotel are good, but none of them were able to get a good enough image of the reporter who took the pictures to be able to identify him.”
    Bo nodded. It wasn’t news to him. He’d figured as much.
    “Guess we’ll know soon enough.”
    Tyson shrugged. “Yeah. Suppose we will.”
    “Als, I need you to get a hold of someone to do a little investigative work for me. I think someone is tipping this guy off. There’s no other way he’d have known I was going to be at the hotel and then again at the house. There must be a leak in our system somewhere and the faster we find it the faster we can end this craziness.”
    Well, not end, but slow down , he mused. He knew it wouldn’t end until he stepped out of the public eye and people forgot about him. But that wasn’t going to be happening anytime soon.
    Tyson raised a brow at him as he leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. “You really think there’s a snitch?”
    “Not sure how else to explain it.”
    Tyson remained silent as he leaned back into his chair, though Bo could see from his expression that he was mulling over the idea. “I’ll get someone on that tomorrow.”
    “You need to deal with it tonight.”
    “Why’s that, Sir?” He gave his head a shake. “I apologize. Of course as soon as I get back to my apartment, I’ll get it taken care of.”
    “All right. In that case I guess there is nothing left to do here other than tell you to go get packed, Hanna and I are going to Paris and we’re going to need you and a couple of guys to accompany us.”
    Bo glanced over at Hanna and hated seeing her smile fade slightly. “I’m sorry
    sweetie, but you know we can’t go without them. It’s better safe than sorry.”
    “Yeah, I know.” She forced a smile that didn’t carry up to her eyes.
    Glancing back over at Tyson, his head of security seemed distraught over the idea.
    “Is there a problem with you going tomorrow, Tyson?”
    “No Sir, it's fine.”
    His reply came too quick. What was with those two? Well, Hanna he got. She hated being "babysat" as she commonly referred to it, but Tyson was a mystery. Normally Tyson loved travelling outside of the country, he’d joked in the past it was his way of seeing the world without having to pay for it.
    “You sure? Is there somewhere you’d rather be?”
    Tyson gave his head a